i am riding the wheel of fortune. one minute rich, sleeping on the top bunk of a turkish trucker´s bed, with emilie in the truck of his friend, happy that everything is working out, despite one of our rides leaving without us. i set the alarm because we are supposed to travel to granada to see josh in granada, and a truck driver said that he would take us. we shook on it and everything. but where is he when i wake up at 5 am naturally, even though i didnt sleep at all the day before save for on the two hour bus ride
he is nowhere to be found
and we are still here. we bought a bus ticket even though i am broker than bear stearns.
its hard this gypsy life. we both feel really comfortable in it though. i am starting to feel like it is so natural for me to live this way. ive been realizing that this life of movement and fortune is really natural to me. it is completely natural that i am always looking for a ride or a place to stay. and i am getting good at living in a place too. good at talking to people and meeting people. sort of. a little better than before at least. i am understanding how i want to live in a place. interact with people, be interested. met an old wise man who i feel is my friend.
but it is hard. i have been writing a lot of songs and i want to play them for everyone here. want to roam with my music. college. music or nursing or education or science
dreams become really clear when your life becomes emptier.
so i am tired, have the shits, my period, emilie is getting the shits, we are not in granada yet, my flight to italy is in 8 days and then i come home. long time short time
drank tea with the turkish truck drivers and then they fed us. two rides left us. still here in algeciras spain
we sat on their little stools and everything
watched movies in turkish with them
good things
but i am sitting here crying in this internet cafe because i am tired and dehydrated and malnourished from three days of not holding anything down and being afraid to drink the water.
ill be in granada in five hours.
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sairuh dear i am sending you a HUG in ALL CAPS - be safe and remember how to kick a turkish trucker in the balls effectively and use it if needed.
LOVE LOVE LOVE -
hello hello hello sairuh-burdy
you've probably heard these but so many of yr posts made me think of them... lovelove
Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things - air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” - Cesare Pavese
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure - self-determined, self-motivated, often risky - forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind - and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” - Mark Jenkins
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